in embers

an iron green envy
seizes the inside of me

but it is only
a butterfly passing by

like a cat licking milk
i lick the mirror separating us

cold suddenly warm
but i am drinking my own blood

wet tears sprinkle down
from dissolving dreams

the paper devouring words
like a flood over a vagina

i release myself
to the growing tide of clarity

and experience the divorce
of fantasy from reality

igloo

i await news of you
in my igloo
tie my intestines in knots
poke flies in my eyes
vomit convulsively
as if there is nothing else to do

when you write
i hold each letter in my hand
for an hour before i read it
and collapse afterwards
exhausted by the drunk punch
of your mind

later my own words come out
disordered like shrapnel
from the explosion of
my lust
sealed with spit
i thrust them down the letterbox's gob

youth bemusement

the rain sprinkles calmly on a wet wet land
your eyes are mirrors in the midday sun
my body a beach stroked by the tides' hand
the sun is crying on an idiot's corpse at one
the moon is fallen shattered from an empty page
spilling black pitch from its porcelain cage
                                                             igniting my rage

dad

what are you afraid of?
i used to be afraid of monsters
but i'm not anymore
now i'm not afraid of anything

Dad look at the river down there
we're really high
we're on a bridge
there's the river again!
why don't they have lights in tunnels?

are we getting off here?
no?
Good!

svilver

life has a knife
concealed
in her pleasant hand

once you see it flash
you cannot forget it
so easily

there is a treatment
for the pain
of seeing

but the medicine
taken over and over
becomes the poison

as one
we at last succumb
under a fatal dose

brother blab

oil poor stupid peloponnesian

mind shaping fanatics

speaking of fantastics and unshaping truths

like cotton candy is a styrofoam solenoid

ask for a toothpick ashanti shanti

get a wogan forearm spearing!

so gobbledygook down

a squashed frog

like a goodboy doughboy plauboy

a minor prayer, play ball

"it is bad for them to do what it is bad for them to do

so we must stop them from doing it

although they think it is good for them to do it

we know that it is bad for them to do it

so we must stop it

with force if necessary"

take your plasma tv

i raise you an army

watch them on your plasma tv

see them smash your plasma tv

this is the interface

between truth and reality

igneous

emery bored again?
my yawn
spans eternity

I stand in the glass square
a museum piece
my heart a zircon
cut from the centre of the earth's liver

cup a shell to your ear
what do you hear?

that is the sound
of my birth
echoing down the ages

from a foolish far frog hollow
when I emerged
my cry was witness
to the very first star